Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 21
A juggler who juggles no *****,
A defeated entity of time,
A humorous attempt of nature to give,
As it was desperate to not  have it's summer hue stolen,
A child of autumn, perceived as the colour brown,
A deserted colour,yet profound,
He swings obsessively,
Deluded in a harsh desire to love,
He imitates the spring,
But his flowers wilt without a cause,
Compelled by a maddening desir,
He corrupts the produce of summer,
He feels avenged,
He was a lost cause.
Written by
Maimoona Tahir  18/F
(18/F)   
  527
         Jill, Traveler, N, Immortality, Jeremy Betts and 3 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems